"The prostitute who came to the Golden Palace when I visited here three or four years ago?" the Emir reminded him."Oh, she retired, Master." My master...asked where is she?" Maktum asked, lifting the man clear of the ground with one hand gripping his kameez."M-master, she ... she is at my home."Maktum dropped the man to the floor and then dragged him by the shoulder out to the Rolls."Fetch her, " he commanded, pushing the bewildered Kobekistani into the front passenger seat.Returning to the Emir,. She then handed me a small folded bunch of brightyellow fabric. It was thin and smooth between my fingers. Without eventaking a breath I could smell the delicate floral of the fabric softener."Please, put on the panties first.," I was prompted as I was frozen withthe weirdness of the situation. I unfolded the garment and held it outbefore me. It seemed small but felt stretchy."Insert your penis into the sleeve in the front panel as you pull themall the way on."Sure enough there was a small. The plan worked to perfection and the proceeds were just over five-hundred dollars giving me the needed stake. Oh, the plan worked because, the town Marshall, Adele’s cousin, was dumb as a sack of rocks. The poker games were held in a barn on a horse farm just outside Powell. The host, a distant-kin of Adele, did not play in the games, but took a little out of each pot to compensate him for hosting the games. The players consisted of local businessmen, ranchers, and farmers. Adele vouched for. We were at our favorite restaurant. It was quite a popular place and given that it was Saturday evening, we were one of many tables for two lined up in a row not more than 2-3 feet apart. While that seems close, it did afford us a bit of privacy. We continued to have a nice dinner and managed to go thru two bottles of wine. Of course me being clumsy that night, I kept dropping my napkin, phone, and any object I could think of that required me to reach under the table. Part of the dare was that.